Ashley Notzon

“I'll never forget the first heavy snowfall of my freshman year. My roommates and I woke up early and went outside to play in the snow and sled down Widener's steps on dining hall trays (sorry HUDS). I remember being in awe of how beautiful Harvard Yard was with its white coat, how lucky I felt to be in the company of such wonderful people, and how big the world felt. Now, four years later, I'm leaving Harvard with a greater sense of purpose, but the amazement I feel as I walk through the yard still feels the same."